Little Stone
There are little stones almost everywhere on earth. However, not one has the same shape or properties as the other ones. While walking through the forest, surrounded by sounds of cool autumn breeze and leaves crunching under my feet, I come across many stones rolling around me with little clanking sounds. They all look so dull and there is nothing unique about any one of them. Under brown leaves, not one catches my attention. However, I start pondering about each one of the rock's origins. I wonder what kind of magnificent journey each rock has explored. I realize that even though I may be young, I have been through many journeys: misery, happiness, sadness, amusements, excitements, and tragedies. In those situations, I never changed who I was. Like a rock is longer lasting compared to beautiful and colorful tulips, I do not change my principles or myself even with the greatest pressure upon me. Even if a little stone is hit with heavy hammers or be sat on by heavy animals, it would not change. It may get wounds as I do when I get hurt, but it would never change itself. As I tossed a little stone on my hand, I realized how much this one petite pebble could be entertaining. When someone sees me, I give a impression of being shy and quiet. However, once someone gets to hang out with me, I could be so much fun. A small stone and I look very different, we share a lot of similar properties.
There are little stones almost everywhere on earth. However, not one has the same shape or properties as the other ones. While walking through the forest, surrounded by sounds of cool autumn breeze and leaves crunching under my feet, I come across many stones rolling around me with little clanking sounds. They all look so dull and there is nothing unique about any one of them. Under brown leaves, not one catches my attention. However, I start pondering about each one of the rock's origins. I wonder what kind of magnificent journey each rock has explored. I realize that even though I may be young, I have been through many journeys: misery, happiness, sadness, amusements, excitements, and tragedies. In those situations, I never changed who I was. Like a rock is longer lasting compared to beautiful and colorful tulips, I do not change my principles or myself even with the greatest pressure upon me. Even if a little stone is hit with heavy hammers or be sat on by heavy animals, it would not change. It may get wounds as I do when I get hurt, but it would never change itself. As I tossed a little stone on my hand, I realized how much this one petite pebble could be entertaining. When someone sees me, I give a impression of being shy and quiet. However, once someone gets to hang out with me, I could be so much fun. A small stone and I look very different, we share a lot of similar properties.